yes, its that time of the time again.
I can't stand it. I curse it, ignore it, plead with it in turns. I find myself looking closely at specific hairdos on the telly or on the road. I see myself getting the job done in a salon in a dream. It must be chopped off to the required minimum. As one lady somewhere said, you have high-maintenance hair, her polite PC way of saying your hair's a mess and why did you bring it here of all the salon joints in the world.
its only a matter of when.
come to think of it, the last time I had a haircut which didn't leave me with a not-so-happy feeling was 4 years ago. Every do since then has been naah-can-be-better.
so I wait and let my discontent grow while my mane breathes its last few.
It really must go. No shape, no form, no manners, no nothing. It must be done.
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Sniff-sniff. Bye-bye Phoenix hair!
:-D yes, I wish it Godspeed...whenever the deed is to be done.
Ah, the coming of haircut time, I empathise!
Cxx
thanks, claire! :-) it seems to be a pretty universal malady, doesnt it?! :-)
:-D
the kind of testing situation requiring the John Wayne attitude: "a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do"
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